-----Half-light, purblind streams where moonlight washes over trees / Lustred with a glow, as if from pearls upon the throat Where the night's kiss lights upon her; rose's rhapsodies, / Warm as oils, imbue this bliss-fed hour with trembling note "Where-? And who-?" Her breath's unspoken soul is light's perdueThat, hidden, seeks the unseen with a sigh… "Ah, L'inconnu!"

*chokes with laughter* - Last night I had a migraine attack, and I awoke feeling ghastly this morning. But that quotation has cheered me right up!

-----Half-light, purblind streams where moonlight washes over trees / Lustred with a glow, as if from pearls upon the throat Where the night's kiss lights upon her; rose's rhapsodies, / Warm as oils, imbue this bliss-fed hour with trembling note "Where-? And who-?" Her breath's unspoken soul is light's perdueThat, hidden, seeks the unseen with a sigh… "Ah, L'inconnu!"